Nativity Poem

in lieu of the advent season i've shifted my muse.

a nativity poem
doran damon okkema

you are the true honeymoon child
born beneath a midnight sun
soft spilt light swaddles your fragile frame
God in flesh from day one

and the walls of the room
that are washed in the glow
yearning to call out your name
echo with silence
the angels dumbfounded
and all of creation the same